Tuesday, 20 January 2009

South

Here’s a great excerpt from the book I’m currently reading.

“This afternoon Sallie’s three youngest pups, Sue’s Sirius, and Mrs. Chippy, the carpenter’s cat, have to be shot. We could not undertake the maintenance of weaklings under the new conditions. Macklin, Crean, and the carpenter seemed to feel the loss of their friends rather badly. We propose making a short trial journey to-morrow, starting with two of the boats and the ten sledges. The number of dog teams has been increased to seven, Greenstreet taking charge of the new additional team, consisting of Snapper and Sallie’s four oldest pups. We have ten working sledges to relay with five teams. Wild’s and Hurley’s teams will haul the cutter with the assistance of four men. The whaler and the other boats will follow, and the men who are hauling them will be able to help with progress, but each mile counts. Crean this afternoon has a bad attack of snow-blindness.”

The weather on the morning of October 30 was overcast and misty, with occasional falls of snow. A moderate north-easterly breeze was blowing. We were still living on extra food brought from the ship when we abandoned her, and the sledging and boating rations were intact. These rations would provide for twenty-eight men for fifty-six days on full rations, but we could count on getting enough seal and penguin meat to at least double this time. We could even, if progress proved too difficult and too injurious to the boats, which we must guard as our ultimate means of salvation, camp on the nearest heavy flow, scour the neighbouring pack for penguins and seals, and await the outward drift of the pack to open and navigable water.

“This plan would avoid the grave dangers we are now incurring of getting entangled in impassable pressure-ridges and possibly irretrievably damaging the boats, which are bound to suffer in rough ice; it would also minimize the peril of the ice splitting under us, as it did twice during the night at our first camp. Yet I feel sure that it is the right thing to attempt a march, since if we can make five or seven miles a day to the north-west our chance of reaching safety in the months to come will be increased greatly. There is a psychological aspect to the question also. It will be much better for the men in general to feel that, even though progress is slow, they are on their way to land than it will be simply to sit down and wait for the tardy north-westerly drift to take us out of this cruel waste of ice. We will make an attempt to move. The issue is beyond my power either to predict or to control.”

That afternoon Wild and I went out in the mist and snow to find a road to the north-east. After many devious turnings to avoid the heavier pressure ridges, we pioneered a way for at least a mile and a half, and then returned by a rather better route to the camp. The pressure was now rapid in movement and our floe was suffering from the shakes and the jerks of the ice. At 3 p.m., after lunch, we got under way, leaving Dump Camp a mass of debris. The order was that personal gear must not exceed two pounds per man, and this meant that nothing but bare necessaries was to be taken on the march. We could not afford to cumber ourselves with unnecessary weight. Holes had been dug in the snow for the reception of private letters and little personal trifles, the Lares and Penates of the members of the Expedition, and into the privacy of these white graves were consigned much of sentimental value and not a little of intrinsic worth. I rather grudged the two pounds of allowance per man, owing to my keen anxiety to keep weights at a minimum, but some personal belongings could fairly be regarded as indispensable. The journey might be a long one, and there was a possibility of a winter in improvised quarters on an inhospitable coast at the other end. A man under such conditions needs something to occupy his thoughts, some tangible memento of his home and people beyond the seas. So sovereigns were thrown away and photographs were kept. I tore the fly-leaf out of the Bible that Queen Alexandra had given to the ship, with her own writing in it, and also the wonderful page of Job containing the verse:

Out of whose womb came the ice?
And the hoary frost of Heaven, who hath engendered it?
The waters are hid as with a stone,
And the face of the deep is frozen.

The other Bible, which Queen Alexandra had given for the use of the shore party, was down below in the lower hold in one of the cases when the ship received her death-blow. Suitcases were thrown away; these were retrieved later as material for making boots, and some of them, marked “solid leather,” proved, to our disappointment, to contain a large percentage of cardboard. The manufacturer would have had difficulty in convincing us at the time that the deception was anything short of criminal.

Sir Ernest Shackleton – South: The Last Antarctic Expedition of Shackleton and the Endurance

Sunday, 4 January 2009

Pierogie Pile

Ingredients

  • 1# kielbasa, sliced
  • 1 box frozen pierogies
  • 1 green pepper, diced
  • 1 red pepper, diced
  • 1/2 red onion, diced
  • 8 oz. frozen corn
  • 2 T. butter

Recipe

  1. Put the butter in a 13×9 inch casserole dish and stick it in the oven. Preheat the oven to 400°
  2. Prep the other ingredients, and toss them together in a large mixing bowl.
  3. When the butter is melted, remove from the oven and make sure the bottom of the dish is fully coated.
  4. Put the pierogies in the dish.
  5. Layer the other stuff on top.
  6. Cover the casserole with aluminum foil and bake for 40-50 minutes.

Pierogie Pile!

Friday, 2 January 2009

Exercise!

Ever since I found out that Abraham was incoming, I’ve not worked out. First, I broke my elbow and big toe, then my membership at the gym ran out, then the weather turned nice right when Abraham showed up. I’ve put on about 15 pounds that I need to take off. Cardio and less gorging are the only ways I’m going to get the weight off. This is going to be hard, since I like to cook and the women I work with bring in delicious chow on a regular basis.

When I was doing my weightlifting, I didn’t notice too much improvement in my upper body muscle tone, so I’m aiming to improve that by putting myself through the 100 push-ups meme. I’m shopping around for a good ab and lower-back calesthenics routine, but haven’t found one that doesn’t seem like it is more marketing than effectiveness. Basic training. I’m not expecting to get a six-pack, since that involves getting my body fat down to 5-6%.

I’m a bit odd-shaped. My legs are carved from wood due to 15 years of near constant running, fencing or cycling, but from the waist up I look like some dude who sits in an office chair all day eating donuts. It’s a shame I can’t run outdoors in the Cleveland winter, but my marathon training from a few years back has taught me that running in Cleveland winters ruins my arthritic knee. I don’t really want to drop cash money at a gym just for treadmill use.